Falling into Demonic Possession

"Who else belongs to the Three-Color Mask Gang?" Murong asked coldly.

There was not a trace of emotion in her voice, as though she were an ice-cold machine.

The person being interrogated was covered in sword fragments. Murong had shattered a sword into hundreds of pieces, then controlled them one by one as they pierced into his body.

"I... I can't... say it. You... please... spare me!" Jiang Xia, the man being interrogated, said in broken gasps.

It was clear from his words that he had been tortured terribly, yet he still refused to speak.

Murong frowned and looked at another man. "What about you?"

"I can't say either." The man shook his head in terror.

Murong looked at them thoughtfully. "Have you been placed under a restriction?"

Jiang Xia nodded repeatedly. Then, his head suddenly exploded with a bang.

With a sweep of her sleeve, Murong brushed all the blood aside, splattering the other four Qingyun Sect disciples from head to toe.

"A restriction?" Murong thought to herself.

It seemed there was some enormous conspiracy behind this. Otherwise, there would have been no need to use restrictions to control these people.

She shifted her gaze to the other four and said, "Tell me, and I can give you a quick death. Otherwise... you understand."

As she spoke, the sword fragments pulled themselves from Jiang Xia's body and floated behind her.

"I'll count to three." Murong spoke softly to one of them.

"No, no, please spare me!" The man cried and begged.

"Three." Murong's emotionless voice rang out.

The man trembled violently with fright, continuously begging Murong to spare him.

Murong remained unmoved and continued her cold countdown. "Two... one."

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

All the fragments shot into the man's body. He fainted from the pain on the spot.

At some point, Murong's eyes had turned red. She turned her gaze toward another man. "And you?"

The fragments had already flown out of the previous man's body, blood still dripping from them. The sight was terrifying.

The third man stared at Murong in panic. His mental defenses had already crumbled, and just as he opened his mouth to speak—

Bang—

Another head exploded.

"Ah...!"

The last two men screamed at once when they saw it.

It now seemed they had only two choices: either have their heads explode, or be tortured to death. Neither was pleasant.

A sharp glint flashed through Murong's scarlet eyes as she looked toward the fourth man again.

Before she could even speak, the fourth man fainted from fright.

But fainting was no way for him to escape. Murong stomped on his leg, breaking it and jolting him awake with pain.

"Speak." Murong looked down at him from above.

The fourth man clutched his thigh. After hesitating for a moment, he was about to open his mouth.

Just then, Murong suddenly struck. A thin needle condensed from divine power pierced into the fourth man's brain, breaking his restriction before it could activate.

The fourth man dazedly touched his head, then said in delight, "It's still there. My head is still there."

"Speak." Murong's devilish voice once again dragged him from heaven down into hell.

The fourth man immediately knelt before Murong. "I'll talk, I'll talk! Everyone in the Qingyun Sect is actually part of the Three-Color Mask Gang."

"Hm?" Murong's eyes widened slightly. That was something she had not expected.

After a detailed interrogation, Murong finally learned the rough outline of the entire matter.

It turned out that the Qingyun Sect's Grand Elder was nearing the end of his lifespan. Seeking one last thread of life, he intended to use wicked methods to help himself break through, extend his life, and surpass his own limits.

A few years ago, this Grand Elder had gone mad, exposing the secret that he was cultivating an evil art to everyone in the Qingyun Sect.

The Qingyun Sect immediately sealed off the news and closed its mountain gates. That was precisely why these Qingyun Sect disciples had such restrictions planted in their minds—once they mentioned the related secret, their heads would explode.

But the Grand Elder probably never imagined that someone in this world could break his restrictions—and that she would be a three-year-old little girl.

After the Grand Elder was exposed, the Qingyun Sect's upper ranks decided they might as well stop pretending. They directly established the Three-Color Mask Gang to help the Grand Elder quickly collect the corpses of powerful cultivators for his cultivation.

Anyone in the Qingyun Sect who refused had only one outcome: death. Thus, everyone who dared say no had long since been wiped out.

The moment the Three-Color Mask Gang was established, it set its sights on middle-ranking Lineages. Such Lineages had quite a few capable people and were within the Qingyun Sect's sphere of control, making them ideal targets.

Afterward, vile rumors about the Three-Color Mask Gang began spreading through the martial world, yet no trace of them could ever be found. All because one of the Three Great Sects, the Qingyun Sect, had been secretly aiding them.

"No wonder the Qingyun Sect stopped taking disciples years ago. So this was what happened."

Murong pieced everything together. At the same time, she learned of Wu Tianming's existence from the fourth man, making Wu Tianming her next target.

She turned toward the two men. With a flash of sword light, she gave the fourth and fifth men quick deaths, then killed the second man as well, who was still unconscious.

Then she left, unaware that her eyes had already become incomparably scarlet.

Murong quickly found Wu Tianming. She seized him and brought him onto the roof of the Qingyun Sect's main hall. Before everyone's eyes, she snapped his fingers one by one. Once she had finished with his fingers, she broke his hands; once his hands were done, she broke his feet; once his feet were done, she scraped him with the blade slice by slice.

Wu Tianming's screams drifted throughout the entire Qingyun Sect, yet not a single person stepped forward to save him. Anyone who did was crushed into pulp by the terrifying pressure emanating from Murong.

"Go call the elders! Hurry, call the elders!"

A disciple shouted in panic.

There was no need for them to call. The sect's upper ranks had already arrived one after another.

A bloodthirsty gleam flashed through Murong's scarlet eyes. She stomped Wu Tianming's head apart, swept her gaze across everyone present, and slowly said, "Today, I will exterminate the Qingyun Sect."

The moment she finished speaking, her figure vanished. In the next instant, chaotic screams erupted among the ordinary disciples.

The Qingyun Sect's upper ranks were both furious and frightened. "Little girl, how dare you!"

A group of experts rushed toward her, but in the next instant, Murong vanished from their sight.

Pfft—

A sword had appeared in Murong's hand at some unknown time. It pierced through an elder's forehead, and then she disappeared again.

"Quick, summon the Grand Elder!"

The Qingyun Sect only had its Grand Elder left who could be considered formidable. Aside from him, their current Divine Realm experts had mostly forced their way up with pills to keep up appearances, and their actual combat ability was far inferior.

That was why the Qingyun Sect had gone to every possible length to keep the Grand Elder alive. The sect was suffering from a gap between generations; without the Grand Elder supporting them, they could not even preserve their title as one of the Three Great Sects.

But even if the Grand Elder came, it would be useless. Murong's current strength was no longer something anyone on this continent could contend with.

If not for the Chaos Divine Body being exempt from lightning tribulation, she would already have been undergoing her tribulation.

At this moment, Murong had completely killed to her heart's content. Killing intent swirled around her, her aura seized souls and shook hearts, and she seemed like a god of slaughter descending upon the world. Every time she appeared, someone fell.

If an expert had seen her current state, they would have understood immediately.

She had fallen into demonic possession.

Murong was actually most susceptible to demonic possession during this period. She had only just experienced the myriad faces of life. Though she seemed mature and worldly, her heart was actually in utter turmoil. After all, experiencing something was not the same as comprehending it; having gone through something did not mean one necessarily understood its meaning.

On top of that, she had killed many people and was faintly developing a tendency to become addicted to killing, making it even easier for her to fall into demonic possession.

Her present slaughter proved that she had completely fallen into demonic possession.

After seven days and seven nights of slaughter, Murong killed everyone in the Qingyun Sect. Not one person escaped, because whenever she saw someone fleeing, she killed the fleeing person first, adhering to the principle of letting no one get away.

Murong stood with her foot planted on the Grand Elder who cultivated evil arts, threw back her head, and laughed wildly. Her laughter echoed throughout the area surrounding Qingyun Mountain.

Several days later, the tragedy of the Qingyun Sect's extermination swiftly swept across the entire continent. From then on, people "affectionately" called the culprit—the Demon Slayer.

But they did not know that this was the work of a three-year-old little girl.

"And that was it?" Zhou Hao asked, still wanting more.

He had been completely engrossed in the story.

Murong nodded. "After that, I met my master. The Calming Incantation you learned was taught to me by her."

"So that's how it was." Zhou Hao suddenly understood. It seemed the Calming Incantation truly had some substance to it. After all, demonic possession was far harder to overcome than his inner demon.

Murong was still standing before him today in this manner, so she must have successfully escaped her state of demonic possession.